It’s the same lonely stretch of road, ignoring scenic overlooks
The smell of tar and fumes, where the not so distant future passes by unoticed
Tire fires burn at the horizon, where the vultures circle
To stave off the end for another night or
Times a charm til dem bad tings come
Shifting isn’t changing stated plainly over drums
What shall we overcome today? I gave peace a chance, but at 17 I let it all F-F-Fade away
Sad sad state, in the last leg of the race, face first on the pavement when I fell from grace
Will is never free
Freedom is costly
Cost benefit analysis suggests we already lost it
No more, no less than the depths of my last breath
Unearthing verses til there’s nothing else left
DIG DEEP…